Chapter 299: Ancient Yin Warship, Sacred Word Academy, Xi Yin Dragon Stone

Fengdu is the most virtuous land under heaven, but in Zhao Xing's eyes, it is the most terrifying place on earth.

First, the people are terrifying.

Emperor Jing is here.

The role of Emperor is extremely peculiar.

As the supreme ruler of a Qi Dynasty, Emperor Jing's baseline cultivation is Super First Rank, capable of unleashing Super First Rank power without any divine artifact.

The Emperor bears the Qi of all nineteen provinces; his Qi begins at Tian Yan, with the highest recorded level appearing in Wu Di, reaching the terrifying Tian Yan Twelve!

The Emperor also bears the karmic burdens of hundreds of millions of Li Min across the nineteen provinces.

The higher Zhao Xing's rank, the more obvious the karmic thread between him and Emperor Jing becomes; Emperor Jing may very well glimpse certain futures concerning him.

Of course, these are merely possibilities. As King Tianyan said, future possibilities are not grounds for promotion. Even if Emperor Jing sees some unfavorable futures, he will not use them as justification to execute his ministers.

Emperors in the Qi Era were not so terrifying—merely by sensing karmic soul ties with others, they could know past and future.

Besides their strength, Emperors also have flaws.

Because they bear so many karmic burdens, when an Emperor dies, even their yin soul vanishes, becoming utterly void.

Moreover, they cannot leave Fengdu at will.

Thus, whether in Tianxin Palace or any Fu-level divine temple, Zhao Xing has never seen the yin spirit forms of Taizu or Wendi.

Better safe than sorry; before entering Tian Yongzhou, Zhao Xing sealed his memory palace entirely. He must not actively inspect it until after leaving Tian Yongzhou.

The second terror lies in the location.

Fengdu sounds like Fengdu, and legend says it was the boundary between yin and yang in ancient times, housing the largest yin-yang passage in the nineteen provinces.

The capital was established in Tian Yongzhou primarily to suppress and control the yin realm—this is the material foundation of the Yin Spirit System.

But after Wu Di, yin and yang became disordered, and nearly every Emperor died young, perishing violently within a century of ascending the throne.

Thus, the role of Emperor is not easy to hold; though powerful, the burdens are immense.

The only way to resolve these flaws is through ascension.

Once the dynasty ascends, the Emperor's flaws are resolved.

Any Emperor with ambition strives to elevate the dynasty.

"Zhao Xing, stop resting and get to work," King Tianyan knocked on the door.

"Coming," Zhao Xing rose and stepped out the door.

Their current lodging is a public mansion in Fengjing.

King Tianyan did not even let Zhao Xing rest two days—he came seeking him after just one day.

"After visiting the Tian Shen Temple, there are several other places I need you to go to," King Tianyan said.

"Where else?" Zhao Xing blinked.

"You are now Third Rank; the situation is different," King Tianyan adjusted his plan accordingly.

The Tianji Pavilion originally intended to assign Zhao Xing a mission.

King Tianyan was aware of the weaknesses Zhao Xing revealed during his trials in Canghai Dun Tian.

The training for Fourth Rank differs from that for Third Rank.

"Yes, I am entirely at Your Highness's command."

"Let's go."

The temple complex in Fengjing includes the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the Heroic Spirits Temple, the Martial Temple, the Tian Shen Temple, and others.

In Fengjing, every temple has a tomb.

After Tianyang Zhenjun's death, he was buried beside Wendi, next to the Western Imperial Tomb.

To worship Tianyang Zhenjun, there are two places: one is the Tian Shen Temple complex in southern Fengjing, where the Tianyang Zhenjun shrine is little different from a Fu-city temple, only larger.

Official rituals and commoner worship both go to the southern temples of Fengjing.

The other place is the western tomb-shrine, which contains both Tianyang Zhenjun's tomb and the ancestral worship hall.

It is also where Fu Tianyang's descendants perform ancestral rites.

Zhao Xing must go to the western cemetery of Fengjing, because Tianyang Zhenjun specifically summoned him to Fengjing—surely not to send him to the southern shrine.

Otherwise, whatever he had to give could have been given in Fucheng.

But this requires a prior visit to the Fu family.

"Fu Tianyang was originally from Siliu Lane in Fengcheng; his second generation had only four sons and five daughters."

"But his grandchildren numbered over a hundred."

"By the fourth generation of great-grandchildren, the number exceeded three thousand."

"Now, among the fastest-breeding branches, there are already forty-one generations."

Zhao Xing nodded; Tianyang Zhenjun was born in the middle of Wendi's reign and died in the middle of Yong'an, spanning the reigns of Wendi and Jingdi.

From the birth of his first son to now, fourteen hundred years have passed.

Not all descendants achieved anything; some in the grandchild generation faded into obscurity.

Those who made no progress in cultivation or officialdom tended to have children early.

Emotionally, after five generations, ties are generally nonexistent.

Ji Ji Zixuan is still the granddaughter of Chenglan Wang, yet before she came of age, she had almost no memory of her grandfather.

Chenglan Wang had met her only twice; it was only after Ji Ji Zixuan proved herself by entering the Bishui Dao Academy that he remembered her.

Later, he secured her the title of Princess, and over more than a decade gradually rebuilt their bond, making her truly a member of the Chenglan Wang Fu.

Legally, descendants beyond five generations cannot be held liable for their ancestors' crimes.

Even in cases of family confiscation, rarely does it extend beyond five generations.

Of course, Liang Wang is an exception—his lineage was nearly exterminated.

"Currently, in the Fengjing branch of the Fu family, there are still two living descendants of the fourth generation of True Lord Tianyang: one is Fu Xingwen, the other is Fu Xingwu."

"Among them, Fu Xingwu has shown some promise; he earned military merit in the Dingxin Era, successfully inherited the title, became Wu Hou, and holds the official rank of Fourth Rank Upper."

"Fu Xingwen is a civil official of Fourth Rank Upper and also holds the title of Hou Jue, but he is merely a scattered Hou."

"There are no talents in the fifth generation."

One would think that since an ancestor served as Grand Minister of Agriculture, the family should have been very prosperous.

However, this depends on the character of the ancestors.

Clearly, Fu Tianyang was unwilling to secure benefits for his descendants.

Of course, by the standards of this time, the Fu family could be considered a great clan; both civil and military branches hold Fourth Rank positions, and they possess considerable property and fields, yet they cannot be counted as an outstanding great clan.

During the reign of Emperor Jing, they could not rise to prominence either.

The Fu family residence during the reign of Emperor Wen was a Duke's Mansion, located in the eastern city of Fengjing, covering a vast area where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.

But later, they voluntarily moved to the southern city, becoming merely a Hou Fu.

Visiting without prior notice constitutes a rash visit.

Zhao Xing resting for a day means he had submitted a visiting card in advance.

Upon learning the news, Fu Xingwen quickly cleaned the mansion and saw no other guests on that day.

When Zhao Xing and King Tianyan arrived at the Hou Fu in the southern city, he was already standing at the gate to welcome them.

"I pay my respects to King Tianyan, and greet the Divine Might Hou."

"Lord Wen Xing Hou, your courtesy." Zhao Xing clasped his hands and returned the greeting.

Upon entering the Fu family residence, they exchanged only a few pleasantries and did not sit for long.

The matter to be done, and the purpose of the visit, were already stated in the visiting card.

The two were not familiar in ordinary times, there was a large age gap between them, and with King Tianyan's stern expression, Fu Xingwen dared not engage in excessive formalities.

Who would dare to cultivate a friendship in the presence of a Ming Guan (Ming Official)?

The type of person they feared seeing the most was the Ming Guan.

Ming Guans generally do not visit; if they do, it is either to confiscate the family or to exterminate the clan.

"The offerings for the worship have long been prepared; I have already sent servants to wait before the ancestral temple."

"There is also a flying boat within the mansion awaiting us, ready to depart at any time," Fu Wenxing said.

"You have my thanks, Lord Wen Xing Hou." Zhao Xing clasped his hands.

"It is but a trivial effort; Divine Might Hou, please lead the way."

"Please."

The ancestral temple of True Lord Tianyang is located on the south side of the Western City Cemetery.

According to ritual, since Zhao Xing has already arrived at the Western City Cemetery, he must first pay respects at the temple of Emperor Wen.

Originally, only members of the Ji royal family could enter the ancestral temple to worship, but outside the temple, there is also a Wen Temple provided for external ministers to worship.

There were not so many elaborate rituals; simply burning a stick of incense was sufficient.

But King Tianyan was different.

Since he had come all this way, it would be unreasonable not to enter and offer worship.

Thus, King Tianyan went to the ancestral temple to worship his uncle, while Zhao Xing, led by the official in charge of cemetery rituals, went to the temple of True Lord Tianyang.

"Divine Might Hou, we will wait outside respectfully; if you have any orders, you may call for us at any time."

"You have my thanks." Zhao Xing stepped into the temple.

Everything had already been prepared properly.

The three sacrificial animals: pig head, ox head, sheep head.

The six ritual jade vessels: Bi, Cong, Gui, Zhang, Huang, Hu.

"Grandmaster."

"Disciple's grandson, you have finally arrived." True Lord Tianyang looked delighted. "From Ping Haizhou to Tian Yongzhou, you have walked for a full half-year."

"Disciple's grandson was delayed for some time in Daoyuanzhou; I hope Grandmaster does not blame me." Zhao Xing bowed.

"No blame, no blame, how could I blame you?" True Lord Tianyang flicked some ash into a nearby jade vessel.

Good heavens, the finest six jade vessels, and you use them directly as an ashtray.

Seeing this relaxed demeanor, Zhao Xing even felt like lighting one himself.

"You wrote the 'Two Sutra Annotations' and the Theory of Matter and Method at Shangluo Academy; this is a matter of immense good."

"Hehe, your fame is now very great; even I, your Grandmaster, can hear the Yin Officials discussing it in the Yin Realm."

"They are eager to have you come down to discuss matters with them."

Zhao Xing's face turned green; the Yin Officials were, after all, ghosts.

Everyone need not be so enthusiastic, asking me to come down.

"Grandmaster flatters me."

"Grandmaster is not joking," True Lord Tianyang said. "Are you not already in the Yuan Soul Realm?"

"The thing I wish to give you is in the Yin Realm. If you were not Third Rank, it would take a bit of time to master it. Now is perfect; your Yuan Soul has separated from the body, so come with me."

"Yes."

Zhao Xing sat cross-legged; subsequently, the Yuan Soul in his sea of consciousness opened its eyes, leaped lightly, and jumped out of the physical body.

This was Zhao Xing's first attempt at Yuan Soul separation.

The first sensation was slightly cold, not as warm as within the physical body.

But immediately after, he felt warmth, because the incense around was still burning.

"Come to my side." True Lord Tianyang waved his hand.

Zhao Xing obediently jumped onto the divine platform.

Tianyang Zhenjun pressed down on Zhao Xing's shoulder.

Immediately, a beam of light flared from his body.

Zhao Xing felt a flash before his eyes, as if a space-time tunnel had appeared around him.

Countless green and blue light points retreated backward.

The speed seemed to increase; the points quickly became lines.

"We are now crossing the barrier between the Yin and Yang realms; this place is relatively thin."

"If you were to traverse it yourself, it would take roughly three quarters of a Yang hour and two quarters of a Yin hour." Zhao Xing listened silently.

The hours of the Yang realm and the hours of the Yin realm differ, so they are calculated independently.

However, since Tianyang Zhenjun carried his soul, it took only one minute.

"We have arrived."

The strange phenomena of the surrounding tunnel vanished; Tianyang Zhenjun patted Zhao Xing's shoulder. Arrived?

Zhao Xing looked around and found himself inside a palace resplendent with gold and jade.

The light was bright, magnificent, and solemn; there was not a trace of the gloomy feeling he had imagined.

"This is the Tianyang Palace, my residence in the Yin realm."

"Do not think this place is no different from the human world; outside is quite different."

Tianyang Zhenjun led Zhao Xing outward.

Once outside the palace gates, the situation was indeed different.

"Hoo~"

A wisp of Yin wind blew, and an icy chill instantly arose.

Zhao Xing looked up and outward.

The sky was gloomy; the Yin wind howled and roared above.

In the southern sky, green light appeared, resembling an aurora.

In the northern sky, a thread of deep blue drifted like silk.

Amidst the howling Yin wind, Zhao Xing saw many shadowy figures, and some unknown creatures swam in the sky.

He also saw certain figures wearing official robes or armor flash by.

Zhao Xing flew upward with Tianyang Zhenjun and discovered this was indeed Tianyang Zhenjun's private residence.

The entire land was desolate, with only this lone palace standing there.

If this were an institution of the imperial court, such as the Tian Guan Office or the Di Guan Office, there would surely be clusters of buildings, not such desolation as now.

Zhao Xing sensed carefully and found the earth's veins were entirely Yin Five Elements, flowing rapidly without any pattern.

If you planted seedlings here, the moment you sowed them, they might be ten thousand li away the next second.

Heaven and Earth are thus, transforming according to certain space-time rules.

To have a stable expanse of Heaven and Earth in the Yin realm and build a palace is truly no easy task.

Of course, not all places are like this.

It is just that the situation in Tian Yongzhou is even more pronounced.

In other prefectures, there are patterns to follow.

Yin Gods precisely utilize this special and rapid flow to traverse long distances.

Information transmission between commanderies and prefectures arrives in an instant.

Therefore, having a Yin God deliver a message is the fastest method.

"Grand-disciple, I originally planted some excellent things here to increase life souls, capable of bringing your life soul to the mid-stage of Third Rank."

"Since you have already broken through to Third Rank, these things are no longer needed." Tianyang Zhenjun pointed to a vegetable patch behind the palace; there was a pond there, planted with many strange flowers, plants, and trees.

"However, those are merely appetizers; the true treasure is this." Tianyang Zhenjun waved his hand.

A blue light flashed inside the palace, and a disc-shaped object appeared in his hand.

"Grand-Grandmaster, what is this?" Zhao Xing looked but could discern nothing, after all, his Memory Palace was currently sealed.

"Shang Tang Order."

Zhao Xing remained puzzled.

Tianyang Zhenjun smiled and said, "You will see if you look."

The gloomy sky grew even darker.

Amidst the roaring Yin wind, a black shadow suddenly appeared.

At first, Zhao Xing thought it was a flag.

But soon, a bird's head emerged from the Yin wind, followed by two other flags and flagpoles.

Then came the dark black hull.

When it revealed its full form, Zhao Xing realized it was a ship.

"An ancient 'Yin' warship?"

Zhao Xing quickly identified it.

All three flags bore ancient characters, one of which was 'Yin'.

Furthermore, the ship's hull and the flags were embroidered with the pattern of the Heavenly Mandate Black Bird.

"Correct, an ancient dynasty 'Yin' crafted Yin-Yang realm traversal ship."

"You may also call it the Ancient Yin Warship, or the Yin-Yang Warship."

Tianyang Zhenjun said, "The Shang Tang Order is what summons this ship."

Zhao Xing sized up the warship and said, "Grand-Grandmaster, can it shuttle between the Yin and Yang realms?"

Tianyang Zhenjun said, "Yes, and it can reach any location."

"For any corresponding location in the Yang Realm, summon it with the Shang Tang Token; it will arrive swiftly, tear through the two realms, and then fetch you."

"Its speed is extremely fast; in the Yin Realm, it is almost unimpeded."

"Capturing it was also no easy feat; it took a very long time to acquire just this one ship."

"Its level is extremely high; it should have been exclusively for the royal family of the Yin Dynasty."

Zhao Xing was stunned; he could fully grasp the meaning behind this.

"Grand-Grandmaster, such a precious thing, are you giving it to me?"

Tianyang Zhenjun smiled and said, "Not exactly giving it to you personally, but lending it for your use."

"This belongs to the Yin Realm's God of Agriculture. Once Li Boqian dies, this thing will fall under his jurisdiction."

"However, he can still live for some time. During my tenure, I will let you use it."

"Are you not going to the Ancient Dragon Court? If you encounter a powerful enemy with no escape, there is still the path of the Yin Realm."

Tianyang Zhenjun led Zhao Xing onto the ancient Yin warship: "This ship tears through the Yin-Yang boundary and can fetch both your physical body and your soul together."

"Once you board the ship, even a First Rank enemy cannot catch you."

"Because their physical bodies cannot enter the Yin Realm; only their souls can enter."

"Even a First Rank Yuan Soul entering to pursue the ancient Yin warship would find it impossible."

"You can escape back, and then use it to tear through the Yin-Yang boundary wall to return to the Yang Realm."

Zhao Xing was stunned; one could actually play like this!

To allow the physical body to travel via the path of the Yin Realm; absolutely a Divine Artifact level!

He possessed the Ten Thousand Dharma Divisions; even if surrounded, he would not lack the time to summon the warship.

As long as he summoned it, relying on the Shang Tang Token, he could board the ship and then escape via the Yin Realm.

"In the Ancient Dragon Court, it can be summoned in the vast majority of places."

"First, familiarize yourself with its usage," Tianyang Zhenjun said. "Its trajectory is unpredictable; in the Yin Realm, it moves disorderly."

"But as long as you insert the Shang Tang Token here, you can control its forward movement."

Tianyang Zhenjun led Zhao Xing to the bow of the ship.

On the bow deck, there was a rectangular pillar, seemingly where the control mechanism was located.

After the disc was inserted, the ancient Yin warship shot forward with a 'whoosh', charging into the Yin wind.

Tianyang Zhenjun grabbed Zhao Xing's hand and pressed it into the groove.

"Your Yuan Soul will see some circuit diagrams; those are its operational trajectories."

Tianyang Zhenjun said, "I will tell you how to confirm the direction and the safe routes that have been mapped."

"As for the rest, do not wander about recklessly."

"We have not yet fully explored the ancient Yin warship; you should not wander about on the ship either. Just stay here."

"Yes." Zhao Xing nodded obediently; where would he dare to wander recklessly?

Spending seven days, Zhao Xing initially mastered controlling the forward movement of this big fellow.

"Disciple's Grandson, the time is about up. You are only a Third Rank Fate Soul; it is not good to stay in the Yin Realm for too long. You must return."

"Yes."

After Zhao Xing mastered it, Tianyang Zhenjun quickly led Zhao Xing back.

"Remember, your physical body cannot stay on the warship for too long either. Once you successfully escape, you must return to the Yang Realm quickly."

"You can stay in the Yin Realm for at most seven days; staying longer will cause problems."

"Yes, this Disciple's Grandson understands."

Zhao Xing's Yuan Soul returned to his physical body.

When he opened his eyes, he found a token in his hand.

The incense around slowly burned out completely, and Tianyang Zhenjun turned into a statue.

"Marquis Shenwei, should more incense be added?" A priest asked in the side hall.

"No need, thank you." Zhao Xing put away the Shang Tang Token, then clasped his hands to bid farewell to Tianyang Zhenjun and turned to leave. "Why did it take so long?" King Tianyan asked. "Did you go soul-wandering in the Yin Realm?"

"Yes, I did indeed go there once."

"Let's go, to the next location."

King Tianyan did not ask further; what Tianyang Zhenjun wanted to give Zhao Xing was not for him to inquire about.

The next location King Tianyan took Zhao Xing to was named the Sacred Words Academy.

The Sacred Words Academy is a holy land for Ritual Cultivators.

Bringing Zhao Xing here was mainly to fill his weaknesses.

"Do you remember your test scores in the Cang Hai Grotto-Heaven?" King Tianyan asked.

"I remember, but I do not know if they are true or false," Zhao Xing said. At that time, to control the score, the scores in the Earth Mirror were all hidden.

"Your score in the 'Dragon Language Decree' section was the worst," King Tianyan said. "Because you have not cultivated this technique much, and your study time was short. Now, we can only ask someone to help you cram."

"In the Sacred Words Academy, I found a Ritual Cultivator to teach you. His name is 'Shi Wenxuan', nickname 'Xiaoshan Jushi'. He is a Doctor of Classics specializing in researching 'Dragon Language'."

"His attainment in Dragon Language can be said to be among the top three in the world."

"Shi Wenxuan is specifically responsible for special training those who are to enter the Ancient Dragon Court."

"What he teaches is all High Rank."

Zhao Xing immediately became interested; if he could teach other High Rank professions, then this Ritual Cultivator was indeed very strong.

The techniques of Ritual Cultivators are extremely difficult to awaken the spiritual wisdom of the Upper Three Ranks.

Because the Spirit and Wisdom souls of the upper Three Ranks are already very strong.

Since it is called special training, it must involve awakening the Spirit and Wisdom souls, rapidly improving students' comprehension, logical reasoning, creativity, and learning ability.

The Wisdom-Opening Art is far more difficult than the Wisdom-Dulling Art!

"Originally, you had no qualification to participate in his special training; the one arranged for you was a Third Rank Ritual Cultivator from the Holy Word Branch Academy in Haizhou."

"However, plans cannot keep up with changes; you have now reached the Third Rank realm."

"Therefore, the original method cannot be used." King Tianyan said, "Actually, his quota is already full. I added you in temporarily at the last moment. Anyway, only a few years remain before the Awakening."

Zhao Xing nodded; the imperial court's preparations for the Dragon Court Ancient Land had begun long ago.

It opens once every hundred years; fifty years before the opening, work on this matter must begin.

Not to mention the Middle Ranks, but even high-ranking officials started preparing fifty years ago.

Even the selection of Middle Rank quotas began twenty years before the opening.

He went to participate in the preliminary selection in the twentieth year of the Jingxin Era; in fact, that was already very late.

The Dragon Tongue Art, as an essential technique for the Dragon Court Ancient Land, is of utmost importance.

Actually, Shi Wenxuan already had quite a few people studying under him; Zhao Xing now belonged to the category of a 'transfer student'.

"Learn as much as you can; I still plan to leave a year for you to go to Profound Heaven and Kunyuan." "Yes, I will certainly do my best." Zhao Xing nodded.

Tian Yan Wang brought Zhao Xing to the Holy Word Academy located in the northern city of Fengdu.

Xiaoshan Elegant Residence; this was Shi Wenxuan's dwelling.

When Tian Yan Wang brought Zhao Xing over, an old man wearing a scholar's robe, with a square face and imposing momentum, struck Zhao Xing.

"You are Zhao Xing?"

"Indeed. This junior greets Mr. Shi." Zhao Xing bowed.

He also sized up Shi Wenxuan; this old gentleman possessed a very unique temperament.

Facing him, Zhao Xing felt as if facing a sleeping giant dragon.

"Your foundation is good; the basis for learning the Dragon Tongue Art is there." Shi Wenxuan said calmly, "It is just unknown whether you possess talent and comprehension."

Tian Yan Wang grinned, "Brother Shi, you can rest assured in this regard."

"I guarantee he is certainly no fool; he can rank among the top three in your batch of students."

Actually, Tian Yan Wang was still speaking conservatively; Zhao Xing was the fastest person in history to cultivate the Tianyan Divine Art.

If he cultivates Fate Soul-type spells so quickly, how could his comprehension be weak?

"Oh?" Shi Wenxuan finally showed a hint of interest.

He had brought only thirty-five people, yet among them, half were of the Second Rank!

Those who reached this realm and were sent to the Dragon Court Ancient Land to execute missions—was any of them not a prodigy?

If Zhao Xing's comprehension can rank in the top three, then he truly must look highly upon Zhao Xing.

"Very well, from today on, hand him over to me for special training."

"No problem; you are free to act." Tian Yan Wang was full of confidence, even more so than Zhao Xing himself.

Shi Wenxuan looked at Zhao Xing, "Come with me."

At Xiaoshan Elegant Residence, thirty-five students were studying the Dragon Tongue Art under Shi Wenxuan.

By the thirty-seventh year of the Jingxin Era, he no longer taught anything basic; even intermediate courses were rare.

The opening will occur in another two and a half years; how could one still teach basics at this time?

Therefore, when Zhao Xing entered the practice office of Xiaoshan Elegant Residence, what the people inside displayed were extremely profound Dragon Tongue Secret Arts.

"Aaaang-aaang-aaang-aaang-aaang~"

"Boom~ Boom~"

Dragon roars and lightning, wind and rain mingling.

The Dragon Tongue is both language and secret art; as this group opened their mouths, primordial energy oscillated, the heavens and earth changed color, and various dragon-shaped dharma images appeared behind them.

Shi Wenxuan did not place Zhao Xing with these people; he quickly passed this location and arrived at another courtyard.

Because he had not learned much and had cut in line temporarily.

Zhao Xing's progress would inevitably differ greatly from those thirty-five people.

Shi Wenxuan could only open a separate class for him.

Upon arriving at the place, the two sat opposite each other at a table.

"Have you studied the Ten Thousand Beasts True Words Art?"

"Yes."

"Show it to me."

"Xi-li-li~" "Roar-roar!"

"Moo~~"

Zhao Xing used all the True Words Arts he had learned.

These were also what he had learned during those years serving as the Director at the Dragon Horse Bureau.

"Good, that is enough." Shi Wenxuan said calmly, "The gap is still very large; it completely fails to reach the Dragon Tongue level a Third Rank should possess."

"Yes, please instruct me, Mr." Zhao Xing humbly sought learning.

"The Dragon Tongue Art has three major tiers: upper, middle, and lower, corresponding to the three major tiers of the Dragon Clan."

"Lower-tier Dragons, their sounds are noisy, their sound lines chaotic, possessing no divine spirit." Shi Wenxuan said, "These dragons also have low true dragon bloodlines; they are the lowest layer of the Dragon Clan. Basically, they are mixed-blood, interbred for countless generations."

"Middle-tier Dragons, their sounds are clear, their sound lines orderly, initially possessing the Divine Dao."

"The so-called 'dragon roar clear sound, sound purifies its form' refers to the middle-tier Dragons."

"They know how to use the Dragon Tongue to cultivate, controlling the primordial energy of heaven and earth to purify their bloodlines, making themselves stronger."

"Mid-tier Dragon clans have mostly activated their True Dragon bloodlines, granting them certain innate secret techniques."

"High-tier Dragon clans conceal divinity within their melodies; their utterances resemble bronze inscriptions, embodying the profound mysteries of the Heavenly and Earthly Laws. Dragon Tongue is decree!"

"They already possess the potential to transform into True Dragons. With further strengthened bloodlines, they can manipulate the Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth, the Five Elements, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, drawing very close to the legendary True Dragon divine abilities."

Shi Wenxuan said, "Although humans cultivating Dragon Tongue cannot cleanse their bloodlines or birth innate secret techniques like the Dragon clans, they can still strengthen the Three Souls and Seven Spirits."

"They can acquire its sound, form, and spiritual charm."

"Your current level barely touches the layer of Mid-tier Dragon Tongue."

Zhao Xing listened silently. Since Dragon Tongue is not a common cultivation manual and is not widely transmitted, its classification system consists of three tiers and twenty-seven levels.

Each tier of Dragon Tongue contains nine minor levels.

In Shi Wenxuan's words, he has now barely reached the level of Mid-tier, Level 1.

If he were still at his former Fifth Rank realm, advancing a few more levels would have been sufficient to make an impression upon entering the Ancient Dragon Court.

But now that he has reached the Third Rank, relying solely on Mid-tier Dragon Tongue would put him at a disadvantage when facing enemies.

This is because Dragon Tongue decrees involve the authority over certain checkpoints within the Ancient Dragon Court.

If an enemy's Dragon Tongue level is higher than his, he will suffer losses during the clash.

"I have prepared high-grade resources to assist your cultivation of Dragon Tongue for you, to be used in conjunction with comprehending five 'Silent Dragon Stones' and seven 'Dharma-Transmitting Paintings'."

"If there is anything you do not understand during this period, you may ask me at any time."

"If you cannot advance three levels within a month, it proves that before the Ancient Ground opens, you have no hope of reaching the High-tier Dragon Tongue level."

"I will not teach you again. You can use the remaining time to strengthen other aspects." Shi Wenxuan waved his hand, and a large bamboo box instantly flew onto Zhao Xing's desk.

Five crystal-clear stones with dragons seemingly swimming within them, and seven scrolls emitting a golden luster.